I will start this review by making the obvious comparison: this place feels like a fancy Italian Starbucks. When I say fancy, think more comfortable living room, of a middle-class person, please do not think fancy like Pavarotti's living room which I assume has a baby grand and couches made with Italian leather, the same kind use for a Lambo. This place just gives a crumb of vibes of the Amalfi coast gone business casual, which is enough because other chain coffee houses do not help one travel to the boot shape country of Europe.
I entered to grab a coffee at a nearby business, where I was getting a breakfast sandwich, the joint did not have coffee that was special, just black to be enhanced with Splenda and half-half, and I get that enough on normal weekdays.
I was helped by Isabella, a sweet person, who was kind enough to invite me back again, after she learned that it was my first time. This gesture seems small but in reality it is hospitality in a phrase, which reminds me of a Japanese proverb: A kind word can warm three winter months.
I got a regular latte, and Isabella listed the various syrups available. She went down the line deep, I think I remember that are common like vanilla and caramel and others that seemed more original to a coffee chain, like pistachio, and others felt tropical like mango. The coffee distinguished itself enough to be remembered as delicious but not well enough for me to know that I had gulped pistachio instead of slurped it, as when I have pistachio ice cream, or munched as I have when I have pistachio nuts, straight out of the shell. But still it was grand coffee, again better than one can get at other similar coffee houses, but, truth be told, I have had coffee from other chains that was steadfast in its roasted glory, which I will not name out of respect for this exxperience, but, the extra x in the word experience is a hint. :-)
What was wonderful about this house, again, was the elevated comfort that this place offered. The wood wave wall, which I and other Yelpers have captured, felt more artistic than a design choice. I do not want to over hype this place, but I feel like I have seen something similar- to these wood waves- at an LA museum, perhaps the Broad, or the Moca. And atop these waves was the phrase- empowering the creator. I never wanted to write a screenplay or the next summer beach book but the message made me feel like this place can help me do just that--- someone give me a brush and a color palette I think I want to paint sunflowers on a vase!
The couches seemed plump and they made me want to be a cat--- a feline with the famed ability to stretch and rest, without worry or woe in its mice-filled head.
The selections of baked goods, seemed sophisticated. For example, they offered French Macarons, Dulce de Leche Cheesecake, Tiramsu, Chocolate Ganache Cake and other items that all seemed special, and like a treat that elevates a typical day to one that I can claim to be special. I can imagine, that when I was younger, less informed, more broke, more open to wonder, I would have plastered my face into the display and spend minutes trying two decide the two pastries that will allow myself to feel Parisian and decadent.
This place had a lot of small touches that were stylistic choices to make this place a stroll for the eyes, which is great because it gives one something to do as they wait for their food. I completely forgotten that Reese Whitherspoon had a book club, but this place spotlighted one of her recent pics--- I accidentally deleted the book, but the place reminded me that not only Oprah or Rory had books to recommend to the caffeinated masses. I also liked the gray-green pumpkin. Another touch to remind us all that this place was fresh in its take on what a coffee house should be, and that take was fancy can be accessible to the average creator! of art, in its many forms.